Despite his exhaustive efforts, his son's condition remained unchanged.
Despair gnawed at Zhao Shandong. "What did I do to deserve this?" he cried.
"My wife constantly reminded me to take good care of our son. For ten years, he was the picture of health, had excellent grades, was respectful, and was a beacon of joy."
The sudden, debilitating illness was a crushing blow.
"Your son's case is indeed unique," Chen Yu said coolly. "A significant financial investment may be necessary for his recovery."
"Money is no object!" Zhao Shandong declared, eager to prove it to Chen Yu.
"Name your price. Even if it means selling my house or shop, I'll do whatever it takes."
"There's a misunderstanding," Chen Yu replied with a wry smile. "The cost won't increase. However, I do need something destroyed—your prized White Jade Guanyin."
